kvetching up

Hoh Rainforest in drought, 2017. Entry 1 I miss the forest, the primordial Pacific Northwest forest. This is the second summer in memory where I haven't been out day hiking, backpacking, or camping in recent memory. I don't see it happening, however nourishing it is for my soul.     A couple of evenings ago, as I lay in the bath, I saw something extraordinary. Over the course of 30-45 minutes, countless numbers of crows--serial murders if you will--flew by the window, heading in a southeasterly direction. Now, adjacent to my yard stands a large deciduous tree where a couple hundred or more crows make their home for some of each day and much of each evening. But this murderous bunch appeared to be heading toward the Kent Valley. Apart from my awe at the number of these birds passing by, I thought little of the incident. I have read about a place out between Kenmore and Bothell where tens of thousands flock to each night. So, I assumed there must be a place in Kent--I mean what ...